CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Torsson led Daniel back to the living room. Stopping by a sketch of a file of soldiers marching with their spears sloped over their shoulders, each with a baby skewered on top, the Interpol agent told him,
“The Italian police fast tracked a search of his phone records. That story he gave about not being outside the country is untrue. He was in France just three months ago. Paris, as a matter of fact. He used his phone from Paris.”
“Three months ago? That was before Lafontaine acquired the painting of War.”
“Yes, but Lafontaine had been looking for it. And his assistant had said that he had become very secretive and worried about others looking for it.”
Daniel grunted. “That’s right. Maybe Lafontaine met Peeters and got a bad impression of him. He’s a real charmer,
